This is a song about "Wolf blade"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

I'mma catch you next time around

To liberate yourself, africa

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

And i ain't trying to land

Army stance, ready for war

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

So im sharper than a six inch blade

And that was when i was in the eighth grade